a house

I was in a store with my exbf michael. I owed him some money or something. It was uncomfortable to be around him. He didn't want to be around me and didn't like me. He was picking out something I could buy him to replace the money I owed him. He was looking at a watch and then this special golfing glove. I only owed him about 20 and this would all cost 45 to 50. I wanted to say no due to the price, but then I felt cheap.

Then I am in a place and moving and packing. I was stuffing foam and bubble wrap in a bag to throw away, but then decided I might need it for packing. Then a friend stopped by (he is in Hamburg, but was living in portland). He was asking what was up and I told him moving. He had his computer and I think wanted to use my internet. I just wanted to get on with packing...
Then in this same house, I worked there. I would let these old ladies in for seminar type things. There were also children playing in the backyard. They ladies would come in and sit around the couch. I ordered catering and this horrible food came. It was all kind of blah and brown and white. I helped one old lady sit down and she scolded me for not helping her in the door last time. She said you just opened the door and left. I apologized, but also remembered it was a day when the phones were ringing off the hook. Someone else backed me on my story.

Then I was having a garage sale of sorts. First I was going through my closet and realized I had a lot of clothes I had forgot about and not even worn. One was a kelly green dress with black ribbon accents, the a yellow and white dress that was kind of fluffy and cute, and on and on... all seeming from the 50s or 40s, but new (anthropologie like)... I was kind of excited, like finding treasures. Then we were also selling things. Kind of having an indoor garage sale, but then later it felt like just moving stuff out of the house to clean or paint. People were walking through the house and this guy (looked like colin firth, but was dressed kind of young artsy). I saw him and thought he was cute, but I knew we were not each other's types. Not sure why I thought this. Maybe a gut reaction because if he was cute, it would be better if I thought we were not each other's types to save me the trouble of getting rejected. He walked through the house, finding nothing interesting and then left. I continued putting things out on the front lawn with my dad (who in my dream was homer simpson). Then Colin came walking back on his way back. He looked right to my eyes and tried to make eye contact and I looked away and then back up and then away. I walked in the house. The attention was too much for me to know what to do with. I started packing up other things and two boys (family friends or neighbor boys) came running in. He asked us to ask you if you would like to go to dinner. I was so excited and happy as well as making fun that he didn't ask me himself. Then I wrote on a paper yes. For some reason I couldn't write well, but I didn't care. So then we are together, this Colin person and I. We are happy, kissing, driving around and so on. At one point I'm driving this odd car and something happens, he is leaning to one side making it tilt or?? but the car gets dented up and I'm not happy about it.

Then I'm in a class, lots of people . art type class. We all really like each other and enjoy the class. We are supposed to take a test, and I am excited to take it. But everyone has a test but me. I find the instructor and they ask around for one, but can't find one. There is a huge copy machine and Im thinking.. can't you just copy someone else's test? But I figure she has a reason and her own solution, so let her wonder around and think of one. She finally decides that I should do the test with someone. She tells the story and asks who can take the test with me (mind you in this classroom, there are no desks, no chairs. Half the room is supplies, easels, large counter, piles of paper and so on... the rest, we are all sitting on the floor.  She is still asking around to people if someone could share a test with me. In the mean time I see this native american type girl that is also a teacher. I see Pattumma (my brother's wife) and she is the one that gave Pattumma a test and is getting her a job. She passed (she recently took a test). Then the first lady is talking to some immagrants from? they are black but speak some type of island language. They are telling a story.. showing the birth of a baby and then the little girl continues the story. She starts talking in a strong, very low voiced new zealand accent on how she was ugly and always wanted to commit suicide because she didn't fit in, she wasn't pretty and so on... then the mother is trying to tell the story but her in native language, she is crying because she is so happy about her daughter.. she was in a disco and found music.. and it made her daughter so happy she was dancing adn dancing and pretty didn't matter anymore.. and it was silly to want to die when she could have this